[Verse 1: GZA]

Yo, too advanced, Digi stance, made the CD enhanced

I move with the speed and strength of ants

Identical in form with the Beez, they swarm

Hold up, the cold current appear warm

My first verbal brawl, started on some, "Yes, yes, y'all

To the beat, y'all," break your windshield, your jeep stall

Miss the traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic

Cashier holdin' out, 'Vine cut off the plastic

See the logo? A monument in hip-hop

Carved out in the giant landscape of broken rocks

For the herd in herb spots, jukebox in malt shops

Uncut live, drop eighty-five in one shot

Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare

Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare

Walk a road, the great length you find too long to measure

My Clan'll make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure

No surprise, double disc touched five

Those elements kept environments colonized

With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the Rebel

Right there, but you're one light year from my level

[Pre-Verse: Ghostface Killah]

Uh-huh, yeah!

Yo! Check it... yo!

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine, slapped the pastor

Didn't know Pop had asthma

He pulled out his blue Bible, change fell out his coat

Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope

Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right

Deacon is a pimp, tell by his ice

Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot

Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"

Shirley fainted dead on the spot

Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot

Oh shit!

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

Egyptian brown skin, brown suede Timbs, masqueradin'

X-rated, throw blades all occasions

Round nozzle touchdown, Häagen-Dazs goggles White House

Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups

Mere intelligent, buy Neiman Marcus out

No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blaow

Was simple, blamp instrumentals, run camps, the stance get you

The way we lamp, fans come and get you

Play full-back, strapped like a fuck, war at

The Black Carlo Gambino stash house in Hackensack

Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em, lay 'em down like wax do

It's all actual, we build like Crash Crew

Coconut, incense, one sentence, ayo

Control the holy flinch, hit this, new whips

Roman numerals, son, splash them niggas like Tango & Cash

Alcatraz cast, roll out fast

[Verse 4: Cappadonna]

Wu-thousand, nothin' but hardcore

We tryna get land, riches, and more, Ghost put me on to it

We just do it – floss or whatever

Take care of the business, it's too many roughnecks

Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap, like Ghost

Had to beat niggas with toast

'Cause we got clientele, we lay it down flat

Pulled out on y'all kid, now where your mans at?

Fakin' the real like, "Damn, I can't stand Cappa'"

Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter

Y'all heard about us like we heard about you

Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue

Calm down, not tryna hurt you, burst through

Fat shit, fatter than all y'all nigga's outfits

We the glitch like Y2K

Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day

[Interlude]

"Doctor Kanabuta... Iron Man, he is invincible

His remarkable armor is supreme!"

[Verse 5: Masta Killa]

Yo, sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool

Grab my gun, select one, snatch son

Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum

Piss run, you drop thinkin' you shot

Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face

Shots to the body that shake like the bass

I'm Ghostface'd up, military style down

Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest

[Verse 6: Ghostface Killah]

Skip to the intro, rap through post, smashed a fresh ball of wax Caesar

Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista

Wally Moc' half-tied, swimmin' trunks, three chunks of ice

Sittin' Johnny Walker for advice

Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless

Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick

Carefully, swing the B7 series

Christmas lights too bright, Ghost is comin', y'all, fix the mirrors

Relax like pudding, confidence strangle, my man couldn't

Exile, he no longer in the hood

Bless the kid that max the most

Me, I turn a wedding into hoax, roses tied to balls on posts

On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice

Rasta nigga rock the big do's, Jiffy Pop heads only chant Wu